NCIS (2003–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Seadog - full transcript

(WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOU
BY THE ROMANTICS PLAYING)

(GUN FIRING)

Yo, did you hear that?

Yeah. I've always dug the '80s.

(MUSIC STOPS PLAYING)

BOY: Hey, turn the music back on!

Hey! Shut up, shut up.

(GUN FIRING)

Hear that?

Sounds like fireworks.

I don't see any.

That's gunfire.

(ENGINE ROARING)

Well, whatever it was, it's over now.

Not yet.

Look out!

There's no one in it.

Fireworks, my ass.

It's all shot up.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGING)

Hey.

Morning. How was your weekend?

- What have we got?
- So much for small talk.

Car crash in Quantico last night.
No fatalities.

Next.

Petty officer caught shoplifting
at Bloomingdale's.

Is there anything worth over $50,000
at Bloomingdale's, DiNozzo?

- I don't think so.
- Then why would we handle it?

Next.

I heard a rumour about an ecstasy ring
at Lejeune.

You heard a rumour?

He's been searching for a case,
any case, since I came in.

"All agents not working active cases

"are to attend
a sexual harassment lecture

"at the NCIS
human resource training centre

"at 0930 hours today."

I cannot sit through another one
of those.

I will shoot myself.

You mean, they actually train you guys
how to harass?

Hey, I'm kidding. Except for Tony.

For the last time, Kate,
I was only trying to get my seat belt on.

Right. Seat belt.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah. Gibbs.

Okay, we're on it.

A dead Navy commander just
washed up on a North Virginia Beach.

Yes!

Shotgun.

I hate when she does that.

DIANE: Sergeant Linn. L-I?

- L-I-N-N. No "E."
- Okay.

Gibbs. NCIS.

Well, it's about time
you guys showed up.

We've been running between the body
and his boat all night long.

Boat crashed ashore right in the middle
of a beach-blanket bingo.

Hard to believe,

Navy commander getting mixed up
in stuff like this.

Stuff like what?

Drug running.

DEA's working two dead drug dealers
three miles north of here at Fort Story.

Three miles up the beach,
and you tied it to the commander?

They're all shot up. So is his boat.

Got to be a connection.

And you are?

Diane Fontaine, WXEK News.

I'd like to ask you some questions...

- DiNozzo!
- Yeah.

Escort Miss Fontaine
off our crime scene, please.

Miss Fontaine.

Let's go, guys.

Sergeant Linn, is it?

You in the habit of convicting people
before the investigation starts?

What? Hey, no. I...

What have we got, Gibbs?

Commander's wallet
with this sergeant's prints.

You removed a wallet from a body
without gloves?

I had to get the vic's name.

He's not a vic. He's a victim.

Where did you learn
crime scene procedure

watching Kojak reruns?

Okay, now just hold on there. I...

Duck, I'll see you at the crime scene.

All right, let's start at the beginning.

You tell me what you did
when you got here, from the top.

KATE: Looks like a herd of elephants
went through here.

Just one fat local Leo.

Here, Kate, bag this. I'll do the photos.

Tony told me what to do.

Tony doesn't tell you what to do. I do.

Your elephant said
the commander's boat got shot up.

Why don't you grab an extra kit
from the truck and work that scene?

- By myself?
- You need help?

No. I got it.

Hey, and have it towed back
to the garage when you're done.

And get the witness reports
while you're at it.

I need more assignments
like that, boss.

- Score her number?
- Oh, yeah.

Do you think he was shot or drowned?

Well, either way, he's dead.

It's too bad. Good guy.

He got you out
of that sexual harassment lecture.

I'd rather be at the lecture.

That man is an imbecile!

He shouldn't be
a school crossing guard.

Here, move.

Haven't heard you this pissed

since you shoved
that French flic off a cliff, Duck.

What, you shoved a French cop
over a cliff?

- There was a lake below.
- 60 feet below.

Duck, this crime scene's a mess.
Can we move the body?

Why not? The imbecile obviously has.

Let's turn him over,
see if he was shot in the back.

Guess we can rule out
accidental drowning.

Oh, my friend,

even if he'd survived the water

he would never have walked again.

DEA found a couple of bodies

up at Fort Story
that might be tied to this.

At least they know
not to contaminate a crime scene.

Hey, you two clean this up, bag him,

meet us up there.

Well, it gives you a warm feeling,
doesn't it?

What?

Knowing Gibbs trusts us
with a contaminated crime scene.

Come on, man, let's get him out of here.

This must be him.

- Special Agent Gibbs?
- Yeah.

Sergeant Linn radioed you were coming.

- Agent Ken Fuller, DEA.
- How are you?

This is Captain Bradstone, Army CID.

Our ME, Dr Mallard.

Agent Fuller, Captain.

Looks like your Navy man fell in
with a bad crowd.

DUCKY: Gibbs, this scene is pristine.

FULLER: We're not amateurs.

GIBBS: Who says they're connected?

How many guys you know go out fishing
in the middle of the night?

Me.

Well, I guarantee you
these two guys didn't.

They meet up with cargo ships
off the coast to bring in coke.

Where's their boat?

There's a drug war going on.

I figured they got jacked for the boat
and the coke.

Captain, is CID working
this crime scene?

ME's not available till tomorrow.

And since this may have
something to do with your Navy officer,

Army has no objection
to NCIS and DEA working it.

- Just send us all your reports.
- Yep. Thanks, captain.

It's okay to touch, Duck?

You have my permission.

How many drug dealers you know
dump the bodies and the cash?

Thanks for waiting, guys.

Chain of custody, Kate.
You had to stay with the boat.

- I'm not stupid, Gibbs.
- Never said you were.

I didn't have to ride in the tow truck
with that boat, now, did I?

You do this to all the newbies,
or just the females?

Do we look like sexists?

Ask me who's buried in Grant's tomb.
It's a tougher question.

Okay, okay, fun's over.
Give me the highlights.

Nine students from UVA
were having a beach party.

Around 0230,
they heard what they first thought

was fireworks out on the water.

Gunfire.

Good guess, Tony.

The Whaler had six holes in its stern,
two in the engine housing.

Commander was running.

Probably from a larger boat
they heard racing up the coast.

About 15 seconds later,
the Mary Celeste came roaring

out of the dark and onto the beach.

- Scared the hell out of them.
- What did you find on the boat?

Fishing gear, bait,
coffee thermos, ham sandwich.

I logged everything, sent it to Abby.

No drugs?

No. Is there a drug connection?

DEA thinks so.

Two dealers floated ashore last night
at Fort Story.

Aerated.

Well, there were no drugs
on the Whaler.

You sure?

I knew a granny in Baltimore,
hid a kilo of "H" in her horse's rectum.

No horse on the boat, Tony.

We working a joint investigation
with the DEA?

Yep. Ducky's got all three bodies
in autopsy

- and Abby's drying the money.
- Money?

The dealers were found
with fanny packs

stuffed with wet Franklins.

Well, I got to see those bills.

Why?

I did work for the Secret Service.

We tend to get all hot and bothered
over large sums of $100 bills.

Is that what does it for you?

What does it for me, Tony,
is a mystery that you will never solve.

I know the answer.

Grant.

Why do I feel like
a high-school principal?

I don't know, boss.

If those college kids are right,
whoever shot the commander

ran into the Chesapeake
or up the Maryland coast.

Find out which.

I'm on it.

The South Pacific has a number

of different refreshments.
I remember one.

Where was it? New Guinea or Timor?

Well, whatever the case,

the natives had this
delightfully refreshing drink.

It wasn't till years later

I discovered it was made
from a mixture

of rum punch

and water buffalo urine.

To Abby, please, Gerald.

They'd never seen a white man,
and my life was in jeopardy until...

I've got to report in.

There's a phone over there.

Oh, well.

You'll enjoy this, Commander.

As I was saying, my life was in jeopardy

until I cured the chief's wife
of a terrible yeast infection.

I can see why you don't talk much.

I'm sorry. Did you say something?

Commander Farrell

a Navy RO TC instructor
at Hampton Roads

was found on North Virginia
Beach this morning

near the bodies
of two alleged drug dealers.

Commander Farrell,
a founder of Urban Lights,

a night basketball anti-drug programme

may have been involved
in smuggling illegal drugs

into the Norfolk area.

Expressing shock and outrage,
a Community Centre spokesperson

said the Urban Lights
basketball programme

will be suspended

on all Norfolk community courts...

You gonna kick our asses out?

- Nope.
- You Five-O, ain't you?

- Sort of.
- Sort of?

Yeah, right. I smell bacon.

Big fence to climb over.

Not if you got hops.

What do you want, One Time?

Get this lock off the gate.

Shouldn't have to hop a fence
to play some basketball.

You got heat to do something about it?

Maybe you do.

We did.

That you did.

It'd be better with lights.

Answer me one question.

Get the right answer,

you have my word
these lights will get back on.

- Shoot, Five-O.
- Slow up, Bobby.

What you mean, right answer?

Give me the wrong answer,
I can't help you.

Get out of here, Fed.

What you doing, bro?

He's a narc, man. He's trying to get us
to say Seadog was dealing.

So, tell the bacon what he wants to hear
if it gets us our lights back.

I'm not diming on Seadog.

Man, he's 6 feet below. He won't know.

Yo, I will.

Man, you too old to hop wire.

Want the question?

I know the question.

You not gonna like the answer.

I will if it's the truth.

Hey, we could lie.

How you gonna know, Fed?

I'll know.

For the 1990 to '96 series,

Treasury introduced micro-printing
as a counter measure

against computer printers and copiers.

Good enough to stop high-school kids,

but not rogue countries
and a few of the world's top forgers.

It's got one, tiny flaw.

- I'll be damned.
- What?

You'd think a man that can find heroin
in a horse's ass could find this.

You reached into a horse's ass?

I had a glove on.

"United States."
What's wrong with that?

Read it, again.

"Untied States."

So the forger was dyslexic.

Not just the forger.

Who would pay drug runners
with counterfeit money?

I know you don't want
to hear this, Gibbs,

but your commander could've bought
with bogus bills.

That's why they killed him.

Commander Farrell
was not dealing drugs.

Tony, where did you find that boat
was headed

when they dumped the two bodies?

Well, according to the tide charts,

since the bodies washed up
at Fort Story,

the boat had to have been
entering the bay.

That narrows it down.

Even if we knew the marina

we still don't have a name
or description of the boat.

Well, let's talk to someone who does.

Can you pull in the boss
of the dead drug runners?

Trujillo?

Sure, for as long as it takes him
to get his lawyers down here.

Bring in that dirtbag
that runs the rival gang, too.

These aren't a couple of sailors
caught buying grass.

These are pros. They won't tell you
the name of their mothers.

No offence,

but maybe you just don't use
the right tone of voice with them.

Bring them in.

Anybody at your old agency
you can trust?

Trust to what?

Find out who forged these notes
and where they've been circulating.

Shouldn't be a problem.

Without telling their boss.

That a problem?

Gee, now, why would that
be a problem?

- Great.
- What are you doing?

- Communicating.
- Abby signs?

Yeah. Yeah, her parents were deaf.

Where'd you learn?

She just said that the AK-47 round
that killed the commander

came from the same weapon
that killed our two drug dealers.

Yeah, why didn't she just come out
and say that?

Hey, thank you.

That was fun, Gibbs.
You still got the touch.

She's got more.

I picked up GSR
on the smugglers' hands.

Their weapons were fired
really recently.

The commander's was clean.

They said Seadog didn't deal.

Seadog?

Who's Seadog?

Did you get that reporter's number
or was it just talk?

Gibbs.

- See if she's available for lunch.
- Love to. Can I expense it?

No. But I will.

How do you sign,
"I should have known?"

You kick me off the beach
and now you play the gentleman.

You must want something real bad.

Oh, yeah. Bubbles okay?

Fine.

The panini here reminds me of Naples.

No bread. I'm on TV, remember?

So, is it true the camera puts 10 pounds
on you?

Five, in my case.

What do you want, Agent Gibbs?

Jethro.

- You're kidding.
- No.

Have a nice lunch.
Get to know you a little.

Here it comes.

Tell you a story.

Jethro.

Commander Farrell's old news.

I'm onto fresher bodies.

Aren't you interested in getting it right?

I am. My producer isn't.

He's interested in ratings.

At the price of a man's reputation?

I didn't report anything
that wasn't told to me by the cops.

You didn't dig deeper.

I couldn't. You threw me out.

What if I let you in?

How was lunch?

- They here yet?
- Downstairs, waiting.

You're not going to tell me about lunch,
are you?

No.

You should wash your hands with soap
for saying that.

Special Agent Gibbs.

Frank Trujillo and Darryl Wilkins
as requested.

Over here.

That a glimmer of recognition
I just saw?

It seems these two belong to you.

Well, good. I can slide, right?

Not if you killed them.

Never scuffed anyone in my life.

I'm the only one
not finding anything funny here.

You know why?

This naval commander

didn't die a natural death
or fighting for his country.

He died in a crossfire
between you two dirtbags.

I want my lawyer.

This was found on these two boys
in the cooler.

It's counterfeit.

Comes from a foreign government
known to support terrorism.

That makes you two dirtbags

suspected enemy combatants
under the Patriot Act.

Tony, read them their rights.

Put them on the first Navy transport
to Gitmo.

You do not have the right
to remain silent.

You do not have the right to an attorney.

Gibbs, we don't know
who counterfeited that money.

Even if it does come from a country
friendly to terrorists,

you can't send them to Gitmo.

They're US citizens.

Do you understand these rights
you don't have?

Watch me.

FULLER: Your bluff worked.

Trujillo wants to talk.

He really believed you'd ship him off
to Gitmo.

The secret of a good bluff,
Agent Fuller,

is not to bluff.

The two men on ice are brothers,

Jesus and Carlos Garcia.
They run two of my boats.

Fishing's been poor lately
'cause of poachers in my waters.

Your waters?
You own the oceans, Frank?

So, I kept my boats in port
until our little dispute

could be settled.

I can recommend a federal mediator.

Sorry. Couldn't resist. You were saying?

Yesterday, I learned
that the Garcia brothers

took one of my boats out Sunday night
and never came back.

Without asking you, jefe?

(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)

(DARRYL LAUGHING)

You ain't balling no more
when your marks don't ask, Frank.

You can ride out
with that salsa spit, okay?

Believe that, Darryl?

There's no way he wouldn't come
with the real in front of my grille.

"Real in front of my grille."

I got to remember that.

You know what that tells me?

As far as you were concerned,
that boat was Trujillo's,

fishing in disputed waters.

Man, I wasn't hip till this narc
dragged me down here.

Swear on my seeds, okay,
we ain't whacked them.

He's not lying to you. He didn't kill them.

This is good, Tony. I mean, it's good.

You got two rival dirtbags
vouching for each other.

You think Garcia
chartered out Frank's boat

to some sports fishermen from Iowa?

Would they want to do anything legal?

Nope, no. They were probably
hauling drug smugglers.

- Or illegals.
- Or running guns.

We miss any potential charters?

I told you everything I know.

Well, can I go now?

Por favor?

Yeah, sure.

Once we have the boat.

Help me out here, Darryl.

He's got GPS locators in all his boats.

Now, why didn't you tell us that, Frank?

I like to handle my own problems.

Not this time. This one is ours.

May I use your phone?

Yep.

What's the name of the boat?

FULLER: Can Tony sniff for drugs now?

Tony?

Some coincidence, huh?

Deck's been hosed,
but there's blood residue.

Get me some swabs, DiNozzo.
I'll start the cabin.

Bet he's a real stud.

He's neutered.

(GUNS FIRING)

(ENGINE ROARING)

Holy hell!

What kind of engine's in this thing?

Drug-runner special.
Blown 502 putting out 800 horses.

Main cabin's a mess.

Blood stains, bullet holes.

Found some bloody bandages
on the bunks.

- One of them's hurting.
- Can I search for drugs?

We're just getting started.

What you can do is check
with the marina office.

See if they paid a mooring fee.

Strike out at that

and start canvassing the marina
and find out someone...

Gibbs, I'm a Federal agent.
I know who and what to ask.

I keep forgetting
you're not a dog walker.

That's very funny.

Come on, Tony.

(FULLER WHISTLING)

Wow.

They should've hosed down in here.

They did just enough
to avoid attracting attention

of someone walking by.

We're going to be bagging and tagging
for hours.

If I only had the time.

- What?
- You got the time?

My watch is slow.

Going somewhere, DiNozzo?

Yeah. Back to work.

Caitlin.

Glad you could make it, Marcy.

I didn't go over to the dark side.

Sorry.

So, how's it feel not wearing a suit?

I think a bit like mom felt
when she burned her bra.

Where'd you get
those serial numbers, Kate?

I stumbled upon some bogus bills
on a drug case.

The Navy commander who was dealing
to the kids at Urban Lights?

Well, we don't think he was, Marcy.

Teach me to believe the news.

NCIS have the bogus bills?

$65,000 worth of Franklins.
You able to trace them?

Yes, we were.

- We?
- Sorry, Kate.

You know better than to ask anyone
to slip you info on something like this.

We had to involve the FBI.

Agent Todd,

I see you've joined the cowboys.

Nothing from the marina office

but Jenny and Nancy were very helpful.

Jenny and Nancy?

The girls on the sloop over there.

They're sailing that beauty
all the way down

the intercoastal waterway
to Miami for her owner.

All the way to Miami.

They're going to be there by the time
you tell me how they were helpful.

When they docked yesterday,
there was someone on this boat.

You get a description?

Late 20s, glasses, short hair.

Gay or low on testosterone.
They waved.

- He ignored them.
- No way.

That's what I said.

What did they say?

Guy had a couple of cell phones.

When he wasn't making calls,
he was working a laptop.

Then, about 1:00,
Jenny started grilling some prawns.

By the way, they're Aussies.

Aussies. I love...

So Jenny was grilling prawns?

Saw a white van pull up here.

The guy with the glasses
was really excited to see the driver.

She said they hugged a lot.

Gay.

Describe the driver?

Same look as glasses,
without the glasses.

They brought some heavy suitcases
from the boat to the van,

then they helped a third guy
with a bandaged leg to the van.

He must've been in the cabin
the whole time.

Then they drove off.

Anything more on the van,
other than the colour?

Nope. I tried. All they could remember
was that it was white.

Can Tony sniff the boat, now?

It's all yours.

It sure is.

What's that?

Asset forfeiture notice.

Don't you have to find drugs first?

I used to worry about rules like that.
Then I met you guys.

Come on, Tony, up.
All right, good boy. Hold on.

I'm telling you, boss. Aussie chicks.

Definitely different
than American chicks.

A guy's even got
to approach them differently.

I'd have gotten more
than the colour of the van out of them.

I know I'm going to regret this, DiNozzo,

but follow up on Fuller's interview.

Hey, get anything from your friend?

Yep.

You disappoint me, Kate.

Me, too, Gibbs.

I thought she knew better
than to trade down.

Is this yours?

You need to seriously rethink
your definition of the word "friend."

If I were in Marcy's shoes,
I would have done the same thing.

Careful, Agent Todd.

You're running out of job options.

Since I once again have the pleasure
of your company, Agent Fornell,

we're into more than phony Franklins
and dead drug dealers.

Much more.

Those serial numbers matched
a batch of bogus bills

passed by 9/11 hijackers.

Your killers aren't drug dealers.

They're terrorists.

Since 9/11, the bureau has compiled

a worldwide terrorist database

incorporating files from over
70 foreign intelligence services.

Any prints lifted from that boat
that are left by known terrorists

will get a hit.

Why didn't we have access
to this database, Charlie?

All you had to do was ask, Tom.

If your agent Fornell hadn't been here
to get us priority,

my feeling is I'd still be asking.

Perhaps I should leave him there?

I don't think that's necessary, Charlie.

Just hardwire us
into this terrorist database.

Sorry, Tom. We like to monitor
who's accessing our data.

Hard to keep a list like this
to yourself, Charlie.

I'm sure when our colleagues

who head the other agencies
hear of this

they're going to be
pounding on your door.

Hell, why not?
We're all on the same team.

But, Tom, if any of our colleagues
hear about this

I'll pull your plug

and NCIS priority

will follow the Sandusky, Ohio
fire department.

Understood. Thanks, Charlie.

Good luck.

I see where you cowboys
get your chutzpah.

How long to scan the entire database?

Don't know. No one's ever done it.

TONY: Nothing like a shrimp
on the barby.

Only a Yank would call them shrimp.
They're prawns.

They're prawns.

He sounds like a real ocker,
doesn't he, Jen?

I reckon.

Ocker?

The ridgy-didge.

I need a translator.

You'll get the drift.

Aren't you drinking, Tony?

I'd love to, but

I'm on duty.

Pretend I'm not here. I know it's hard.

You were sipping wine and grilling

prawns

when the van showed up?

Now, look, this is silly.

Reenacting can jog your memory,
especially your sense of smell.

Come on, Nance.

Give it a go.

We put the prawns on the barby.

We toasted.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- You know him?
- No.

The name is Saudi.
Same as most of the 9/11 hijackers.

- What's the red star?
- Active case with a high priority.

He's one of the foreign terrorists

wanted for the UN bombing in Baghdad.

Believed to have slipped out of Iraq

through Syria three weeks ago.
Whereabouts unknown.

Not anymore.

It worked!

I had Jenny and Nancy grill
some prawns.

They don't call them shrimp
in Australia.

Sip a really nice chardonnay
with a wonderful bouquet.

I didn't drink.

Just sniffed.

What the hell's he ranting about?

- I should have known better.
- No, no, no.

Boss, I had the girls do exactly
what they were doing

when the white panel van pulled in,
jog their memory. It worked.

They remembered the driver
was wearing a company uniform.

Water company? Phone company?

Jefferson Power? Vantage Cable?

Milkman? Breadman?

Hell, that white van
could be from any of 100

different commercial,
county or state outfits.

It's a start.

I'm not done.

I pulled this videotape
from the security camera

at the Mobil station
on the road out of the marina.

That's really smart, Tony.

Any guy could have done it.

Guy? Learn to shut up
when you're ahead.

What time did the girls say
they saw the van?

Around 1300.

Are we submitting
to the Sundance Film Festival?

Best terrorist film category.

Sweet.

So, if anyone's interested,
the only prints off the boat

I could match
were the druggies in the cooler.

- Not the commander?
- Negatory.

We got a match on a terrorist.

You didn't tell me that.

Who could get a word in?

I ran those prints through the Bureau.
I got nada.

You did not have access
to the full database.

You're holding out on us.
That is not nice.

- Whoa! There it is.
- Yep.

Run it back.

"Jefferson Power."

Damn it.
Can anybody read that number?

831.

They've gotta be going
after the power grid.

I found traces of C-4 in the stuff
you bagged on the boat.

Thank God. They're just gonna try
to blow something up.

We've been sweating terrorists

hacking into our power grid
distribution software.

That could shut down half the country.

C-4 indicates a hard target,
a power plant,

a substation distribution node,
which are all under tight security

which are about to get
a hell of a lot tighter.

There's a good chance that driver works
for Jefferson Power.

I hope he does.
We'll have him before sundown.

Terrorist alert.

APB on Jefferson Power company
van number 831.

I want to know where it's based,
who's driving it

and I want it in five minutes.

Thanks.

You've all done a terrific job.

I feel like I just kissed my sister.

I didn't know you had a sister, Tony.

I don't. I was fantasizing.

I need music to do that.

Fornell's got target fixation.

Come again?

It's when a fighter pilot gets so fixed
on his target

that he flies right into it.

Like you and women?

That August blackout was caused

by a tree falling
on some power lines, right?

Something like that.

Well, hell, these guys don't need C-4.
An axe'll do.

Okay, here's the timeline
for the August 15 blackout.

Pull it up on the plasma, Kate.

It started at Eastlake, Ohio at 1400

and by the time it reached Indian Point
in Buchanan, New York,

all the Northeast
and most of Canada was dark.

Pull the state's power grid
up off the internet.

Whoa. Look at this.

It says three key failures
in Virginia could cascade

until every state from here
to the Rockies is dark.

Yeah, more than says. It shows how.

Wait, take down those
three flashing nodes simultaneously

and you take out
the entire eastern power grid.

All we have to do is stop them
from taking out one?

It looks that way.

I mean, if any two fail at the same time,
the slack can be picked up.

There will be blackouts,
but it won't cascade.

- Which one do we go for?
- The closest one.

Right here.

Agent Fornell is concentrating agents
on the three key nodes.

He's also e-mailed me a driver's photo.

- That was fast.
- They had the van number.

Here, take a look.

It's an alias. What's he do?

Power line inspector.

Is our node at the end
of that transmission line?

Yes. About a mile west.

Take that road.

(TRUCK HORN BLARING)

Didn't think you'd want to stop
to open the gate.

Hell, no.
They don't have to blow the nodes.

This guy knows where to take down

three transmission towers
and do the same thing.

How do we know this line
is one of them?

It crosses the node, doesn't it?

Two lines cross this node in and out.

That's four places
within a mile of the node

that he can blow a tower down.

Well, maybe we'll get lucky.

Nobody's that lucky.

We are.

(SPEAKING IN ARABIC)

Well, he could be
a power company employee

doing his job.

No, I don't think so!

Freeze!

Phone's got detonators.

KATE: Looks like the other two
must have the same setup.

Looks like he's got all three phones set
to the same number.

How many numbers did he dial?

Six.

One more and ba-da-bing, ba-da-boom.

Lucky he wasn't phone-savvy.

Savvy enough to wire three phones
to the same number.

Yeah. What if he used speed dial?

(CHEERING)

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

The lights are back on tonight
at Community Centre courts

since Navy Commander Brian Farrell,
founder of Urban Lights

was cleared today of any connection

to the drug war
which claimed his life last Sunday.

A Community Centre spokesperson
issued an apology

and announced
that a commemorative plaque

will be dedicated
to the memory of "Seadog,"

as Commander Farrell
was affectionately called

by the young men
he strived to help have a better life.

This is Diane Fontaine, WXEK News.

Now back to you.

Doug, I need some "B" roll on the boys.

How was that?

Very nice.

I can't guarantee
that my producer will air it.

You're trying. That's a start.

Thank you, Diane.

You're welcome, Jethro.

(BOYS WHOOPING)